[And just like that, without a single word or breath as he watches her from just a few steps away, Luke suddenly strides forward - catches her around her shoulders without thinking, pulling her tight against his own chest. He still smells like the engine of his x-wing, all the grease and grit of repairs clocked in before making the leap here, and she-- from where he has his chin pressed flush over her shoulder-- smells like something better. Distant and foreign and more wonderful than he could ever have imagined.
She could be lying. Logically he knows it, admitting the possibility to some sensible part of himself that sits coiled in the back of his skull, but...she isn't. Luke can't explain it, it's only there beyond a shadow of a doubt, brimming beneath his fingers the way he'd felt in the trenches, hearing the echo of Ben ringing out across the distance.
Across everything.]
I knew it.
[Believed it, more than anything else in the entire universe.] Somehow I always knew you were still alive.
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She could be lying. Logically he knows it, admitting the possibility to some sensible part of himself that sits coiled in the back of his skull, but...she isn't. Luke can't explain it, it's only there beyond a shadow of a doubt, brimming beneath his fingers the way he'd felt in the trenches, hearing the echo of Ben ringing out across the distance.
Across everything.]
I knew it.
[Believed it, more than anything else in the entire universe.] Somehow I always knew you were still alive.